China is the hometown of kites. It is called "wind kite" in ancient books, "kite" in the south and "paper kite" in the north. The early wooden kites were called "wooden kites". Due to the continuous progress of society, the material of kites has also changed, and silk kites and paper kites have appeared one after another. Now, some people choose lightweight, unbreakable and durable chemical fibers instead of paper and silk.
The word "kite" first appeared in the Five Dynasties. By the Tang and Five Dynasties, kites had gradually spread to the people from the initial military tools and palace entertainment, and became an artistic and ornamental entertainment game, which was also a good sport. It is a good time to fly kites in Tomb-Sweeping Day on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. It is said that flying kites in this period can drive away bad luck and pray for peace. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, flying kites in Tomb-Sweeping Day has become a very seasonal folk activity.
There are many kinds of kites with different shapes. China is skilled and experienced in kite making. Kite-making skills are summarized as "four arts" in the Annals of Kite-making in North and South China. Among them, tying, sticking and painting are the key links in kite making. Tie is to tie the skeleton of a kite with bamboo. Whether a kite can fly high or far depends on the binding of the skeleton. The thickness, hardness and symmetry of bamboo should be selected according to the size of the kite. Kites can be divided into hard wings, soft wings, long lines, buckets, flat picks, bats, miniature kites and so on. According to the image, there are figures, birds and beasts, aquatic animals, grass insects, utensils and so on. Paste is made of paper, silk, silk, non-woven fabric, etc. On the skeleton of the kite. The technical requirements for paste are also very high. It must be smooth, elastic and symmetrical, so as to keep the kite stable. Painting is to draw all kinds of auspicious and beautiful patterns on kites, some of which are burned first and then pasted, and some are pasted first and then painted. Choose the latter with superb production skills.
Kites with unique local characteristics are found all over China. They have different styles, some are uninhibited, some are lively and exquisite, some are colorful, and some are light and elegant.
Beijing kites have a long history, and gradually formed a certain scale in the process of long-term development, reference and integration, but the rise and even climax of schools really began with Cao Xueqin's "A Textual Research on Kites in the North and South". About 20 years after Qianlong (1755), the patterned kites created by Cao Xueqin appeared in Beijing, which ushered in the heyday of Beijing kites.
Tianjin kite is famous all over the world for its beautiful shape, vivid figures, bright colors and unique style, and its most remarkable characteristics are manifested in its skeleton binding and painting. The outstanding representative is Wei Yuantai, known as "Kite Wei".
Weifang City, Shandong Province, formerly known as Weixian County, is a famous hometown of folk art. Not only kites are famous all over the world, Yangjiabu is also one of the producing areas of woodblock New Year pictures. "Every family can dye ink, and every family will be green." Combining the production technology of woodblock New Year pictures with kite art highlights the local characteristics of Weifang kites. Jiangsu Nantong kite, also known as "kite", is characterized by beautiful shape, exquisite craftsmanship and beautiful voice. There are mainly two categories: "plank harrier" and "live harrier".
When I came to the bank of the Yangtze River again, the Yangtze River in September belonged to Sanqiu. The water was swift and the muddy yellow turned into a gentle and clear stream, the same color as the sky. There are children flying kites by the river, and kites fly freely in the vast sky. When I looked at the kite, I couldn't help thinking that when I was a child, I came to the river with you and watched the kite fly freely in the sky. I am full of longing, please buy a kite. You explained the essentials of flying kites to me, but I can't wait. I started flying against the wind when I pulled up my kite, and you didn't stop me. You just stood by and looked at me silently, without expression.
With a bang, the kite fell to the ground. I was unwilling to pick it up and began to try it for the second and third time. As a result, I failed without any suspense. I began to lose heart, picked up the kite and walked towards you. I hope you can help me fly it.
You are still expressionless, and there is a hint of banter in your eyes. I saw you reach out and happily handed the kite forward. I didn't expect you to reach into your pocket, slowly take out a cigarette and lighter, then turn your head and say to me lightly, "It's up to you."
The anger in my heart is getting stronger and stronger. I look at your old and disgusting face and I really want to punch it. I threw my kite on the ground, turned and sat on the rock angrily, waiting for you to come over and compromise with me like other relatives. You picked up the kite on the ground and walked up to me. The tone was still faint, but it was a little more dignified: "You are so weak, let's go now."
I looked up and opened my eyes wide. No one has ever talked to me like this. When I am frustrated, I can always get comfort, warmth and understanding. In the sunset, your face is yellow, but I feel that your sharp eyes are looking at me through the muddy old eyes, as if identifying a piece of jewelry. I hesitated, picked up my kite and started a new attempt.
Time and time again, I failed more and more, but the flying height became more and more impressive. When the sun sets, I look in your direction from time to time, trying to observe your expression, but I only see a tall black shadow, like a lighthouse in the middle of the river, and the sparks on a cigarette butt are intermittent. Finally, my kite flew into the sky, glided under the golden clouds, and the cigarette butt went out. I turned my head excitedly, but I didn't expect you to come to me with a smile. It was at this time that I found many wrinkles on your face. You didn't say anything, but I don't think I've ever received such an exciting reward.
Now the kite is still flying and you are not around, but my memory of you is as vivid as it just happened. You taught me how to swallow the pain of being misunderstood and ignored, and you taught me to move forward bravely. You are the kite-flying person in my life.
In a dark corner, there is a bundle of thread and a broken kite. Because they have been staying in a corner for adults, they are covered with thick dust. Kite has long looked down on the unknown guy next to it. "Ah, don't be pathetic, self-righteous, not as big as me, not as beautiful as me, and still so thin. What can you do? " The kite smiled proudly and shook the dust off its body, deliberately shaking off all the dust on the line.
"It's not what you think." Line smiled and shook his head. "Although I am thin, my figure and beauty are not comparable to yours, I also have my own skills."
"Oh!" Hearing this, Kite turned proudly, "I tell you, I won't believe what you have, because I don't care about this kind of thing at all!" " "
Suddenly, one day a child came. He found kites and strings hidden in the corner. He was curious for a while and then took them home. However, the child seems to have no interest in the thread, but just picks up the kite and continues to play. The thread was thrown aside like a toy out of favor.
"Arrogant guy, in the end, you gave me a useless thing, and your world has lost its luster." Kites are sympathetic, but more contemptuous.
"No, you mean I don't have any strengths. Then, I want to tell you that you are wrong. No matter how bad a person is, he has his strengths. My world is not as glamorous as you said. " Line didn't blame the kite in the slightest, but patiently explained to the kite, "I ask you, can you fly freely in the air without me?"
The kite listens to the thread, but it doesn't appreciate it at all. "Cut the crap! You see, the wind is coming, and I can still keep up. "
"No," the line said, "then the wind will be gone, and you will still be the last one!" "
On hearing the sound of a kite, the child suddenly reached out and picked up the kite left outside. He tied one end of the kite to the wood in the middle of the kite and ran to the lawn. The wind caressed it gently, and the kite rose with the wind. With a kite, it looks forward to the world in the air and will not lose its way. With a kite, a kite is a brave guide and can see dreams in the distance.
When someone asks them, "Are you just a temporary friendship?"
They replied with one voice: "No! We are the future of eternal friendship and freedom! "
This story tells us that not only can mutual cooperation help us succeed, but everyone has his own advantages and disadvantages, so we can't see his own advantages and ignore his own shortcomings.
On the way home from school, I carried the English text on my back, and the dark crowd in front of me formed a big circle. I naturally like to join in the fun, just look at the gap in people's elbows and dive in.
Leaning out, I saw an old man with a white beard sitting in a chair with crisscross patterns. In front of him is a low table with a white drawing board in the middle. The old man's eyes narrowed into a crack, with a spoon in his right hand, swimming in the clouds above the drawing board. A drop of gold, like honey, splashed where the old man's wrinkled hand passed, and then poured down-steadily, subtly, lingering ... Holding her breath, I looked at Tang Hua, who had not paid attention for many years, and felt someone pushing behind me. I don't know which child jumped in front of me and blocked my sight. I shrank again and went straight to the old man.
"Girl (girl), what do you want?" He spoke to me with a strong dialect accent without looking up. At that time, I was still thinking about the "kitefestival" in English class, so I casually replied, "Make me a kite!"
"Kite?" The skin of his eyelids was abrupt and stretched, and his black eyes flashed at me like a moving camera. I snorted, stared at the distance, nodded again and again, and kept saying, "Good! ..... Good ... "
The gold flow is ups and downs, and the old man's anger is relaxed. He frowned, and "kite candy" condensed into some strange luster. Ten minutes flies like the wind, and a kite is formed where the wind passes. The crowd around him shrank sharply, but the old man didn't care. I thought he would only draw a four-corner kite and stop. As a result, he actually carved a big kite in the shape of a swallow, and an elegant lotus flower was embroidered on the swallow's stomach. He handled every detail meticulously and perfectly, and in the end he didn't forget to add a thin thread, as if waiting for someone to tighten it. The old man stuck a swallow-shaped kite with a stick and handed it to me. Suddenly, he felt that Tang Hua had a deep smell. I took it with great appreciation.
I couldn't wait to open my mouth. The stick was scared, and the cold was not exhausted, so Tang Hua fell heavily on the ground. The thin thread stuck to the stick and the top of the thin thread broke-it broke because it couldn't support the kite. This kind of fracture starts from the ground and rolls like a wheel. Suddenly I turned around and met the old man's dull eyes. His trembling hand stretched out in front of him, and his slightly open lips twitched gray. Then slowly retract your hand like a dead branch and turn your eyes from the shattered swallow to me.
Smile.
I still can't understand what kind of smile that is. Seems to be full of helplessness. Sigh? Or blame? I don't know. What I will never forget is a cloudy tear hidden in the wrinkles around his eyes.
I turned in a hurry and left quickly. Force yourself to concentrate on reciting English texts, "China culture …"
-stick to this feeling and don't let the kite roll in the abyss!
I am like a kite, the thread is in your hand, but only the wind accompanies me.
-Inscription.
Cardiac root connection
1997 On the afternoon of March 5th 16: 48, you struggled in the operating room for more than two hours, and finally a bloody little guy was separated from your body. From then on, you have a sacred and great name-mother.
One day, two days, one year, two years ... time has taken away your youthful and beautiful face, and also her white and lovely face. In this way, you have loved me for fifteen years, but you have entered a rebellious period.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know we shouldn't have pain and sadness, because our hearts are interlinked, I know I should be obedient and obedient, and I know that you nag about loving me … But no matter how far away I am from you, the eternal light in my heart will always be on, and one day, I will come back to you.
Life cherishes each other
I think I should thank God for bringing you to me and making me your favorite daughter in my life.
People say: the daughter is the lover of her father in his last life. No wonder I know you so well. It turns out that fate has already linked us together and is inseparable.
Since childhood, you have never been rough on me, and you have always been spoiled and even spoiled. However, on June 4th, 20xx 14, you said to me with a guilty face, "Dear, mom and dad are divorced, please tell mom. She needs your care and care more. " I had mixed feelings at that time, but I forced a smile and pretended to say goodbye calmly. ...
How can we separate like this? Don't you know that you are the eternal light in your daughter's heart? Where there is light, there is love!
Dependence between students and capital
If it is an eagle, it should fight the sky; If you are a fish, you should swim at the bottom of the sea; If it is a kite, it should yearn for the blue sky.
However, the thread is in your hand, only the wind is with me.
I can't accept it. Why should an interdependent family be separated? Why did the once happy family live apart? Why did this loving couple break up?
For more than three years, I have never forgotten that I have always been lonely and just want to have the warmth of home, a complete home.
Only home will be the eternal light in my heart!
Only love will be the eternal lamp in my heart!
Only you will be the eternal light in my heart!
postscript
Hearts are connected, lives are cherished, and lives are dependent.
One day, the kite will break free from the shackles of the thread and fly to a higher sky. At that time, you will look at me and the broken thread from a distance. Can the lights in your hearts that light up for your daughter also light up each other?
After all, when you are too old to walk, you need someone to light the lamp in your heart and accompany you until it goes out. ...
Dear parents, please let your daughter light the lamp in my heart for decades. Where the light is, you are there. ...